Writing - A Poem

A poem about writing. (and personally, I'm quite proud of it)

The new page is my canvas

Fresh, clean, and white

No mark yet adorns it

Nothing yet to spite

My eager hands grasp it

That red, tapered quill

And dip it into black

Careful not to spill

A whole world is to face

It's shining, new beginning

All within the reach

of just one mind and pen to get it

The words however come slowly

Under this sharp end

Tediously shaping curves

and lines and bends to send

A word comes, then a sentence

Then a paragraph, then a whole

On this now markéd canvas

The pen now makes it all

The new page has been filled

Words, frustrations, and all

There is much to spite and hate

But much more to simply behold